"Speaking of strength training... Oh, right. The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer." The tree trunk weighed at least a hundred pounds. Training under that load would be intense, and it wouldn't be easy to control, either. I just need to train in that direction, right? Still, after thinking it over, Wang Feng decided against asking Tang Hao to teach him the man's secret technique. The Golden Lotus's other abilities would only unlock once he obtained a Spirit Ring. Meanwhile, Tang Hao watched, seemingly offering guidance. As Wang Feng walked away, the little bird perched on a branch and blinked, keeping its gaze fixed on him. However, Wang Feng didn't know. The day he lost to Brother Feng, if he'd secretly thrown a pebble, Brother Feng might not have been able to react in time. But even the power of eighty-one hammer strikes increased geometrically. Just imagine how absurdly powerful the last one would be... As he thought, Wang Feng swam ten laps around the little lake, then climbed out. "All right, Xiao San, you can stop hammering for now. I'll demonstrate the technique I just told you about once more. Pay attention to my posture..." Tang San couldn't help feeling curious. "But blacksmithing isn't that simple. The village only has a furnace and bellows here at Dad's place. Just hammering iron won't get you anywhere..." "Heh. You'll see." Besides, with no leads, trying to understand the Mysterious Humanoid Martial Spirit was rather unrealistic. Use force against force, with each hammer blow growing stronger than the last... But as my body got stronger, it would be harder to reach my physical limits. Why couldn't I, Wang Feng, do it? Why did I have to learn his Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer? And it wasn't even an ordinary Soul Beast! "Brother Feng's going to fight Master Su Yuntao, and he's got only three months. I really don't know what he's thinking." The first time Wang Feng accidentally unleashed the full power of the Golden Lotus's first form, it had far exceeded his own expectations! "Brother Feng must be trying to train himself... But with something that heavy strapped to him, it can't be easy to work out. Besides, he doesn't even know how to forge." A branch snapped in two! Tang Hao took out several pieces of raw iron. "What are you going to do with these, kid?" Seeing this, Tang San was taken aback again. He thought, Brother Feng really is something. How is he supposed to forge iron like that? Wang Feng asked, "Could I get a few more?" In other words, these were just abilities the Golden Lotus naturally possessed. "I need to get stronger..." With Tang Hao's strength as a Titled Douluo, it seemed he could manage only eighty-one strikes in total. Wang Feng couldn't remember for sure. There were ground traps, stones flying straight at him, and obstacles made from all kinds of farm tools and sharp implements. Yet Wang Feng moved through them as if out for a stroll, without a scratch. He was like some damn perpetual motion machine. In theory, he could keep making each hammer strike stronger forever! It was just that the farther he went, the more energy it took, and the more terrifying the force became! That was a true Soul Skill! "Getting a Spirit Ring may take a while. Hunting Soul Beasts isn't easy, after all." He'd read the original story, so he knew. Fifty pounds of raw iron—after refining it, there'd still be twenty or thirty pounds left, right? The ground trembled slightly. Grandpa Jack had told him that Brother Feng wasn't home; he was out roaming around and didn't come back until dark, grinning like an idiot. Clang!! His stamina was incredible. Who knew how many times that brat Feng had hammered back then? Old Jack had probably finished talking with Tang Hao by now. Tang San hadn't received the technique until after awakening his second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, and even then Tang Hao had only reluctantly taught it to him. Let alone me. Tang Hao froze. "This Su Yuntao you mentioned—isn't he a twenty-sixth-level Battle Spirit Master? A six-year-old kid wants to fight a Battle Spirit Master?" Not long after he left, several days passed. But Wang Feng's other attributes, such as speed, strength, and agility, were roughly more than twice those of an adult man. He could turn it into protective gear and wear it while training. That would make his workouts much more demanding. Hidden Weapons were most effective when used from hiding. In an open fight, they were far less powerful. Sometimes he could work at it for half a day and barely feel tired. "It really is strong..." Suddenly, Tang Hao glanced at Wang Feng. Using force against force was already an old trick back in China. Even the special forces from his previous life would probably come out covered in bruises after running this obstacle course! Tang San thought that if he forged his Hidden Weapons, he might have a chance of exchanging a few moves with Su Yuntao. Wang Feng moved through the water as nimbly as a mermaid, though his thoughts were in constant motion. Wang Feng walked to a small lake, took off his shirt, and dove in with a flying leap. Wang Feng felt the Mysterious Green Lotus Martial Soul within him. If Wang Feng had been there, his jaw would have dropped! The little bird let out an excited chirp and swung its wing at a twig as thick as a thumb, putting all its strength into the blow. If he reached a higher level in the future and gained a second, third, or fourth form, what abilities would those bring? He began his usual training. "All right." Still, just thinking about the hammering technique that used force against force filled Tang San with excitement. Then Wang Feng began carrying a smoothed tree trunk, four or five meters long, and doing all kinds of training with it. Clang! Wang Feng didn't look at the little bird again. He simply thought, "I don't have a Spirit Ring yet. Once I get one, the Golden Lotus's first form should develop other abilities." Either way, Wang Feng tried every kind of training he could think of from his previous life. "Maybe I should go find out... He's been buying raw iron these past few days. Could he be forging it himself?" Tang San watched Wang Feng leave, curious. "Sure." Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer—even without Tang Hao telling him how, Tang Hao had taught Tang San the basics of the technique after learning that his son also possessed the Clear Sky Hammer. "How big do you want the raw iron?" The best thing about the hammer technique was how it used force against force. A full-power blow sent the hammer rebounding; by changing his stance, the smith could channel that rebounding force into the next strike, gradually increasing the strength of every blow. But compared with the truly top-tier fighters, such as elite soldiers, there was still a clear gap. The changes brought by the Meteor Tear had improved his defense and stamina the most. "About fifty pounds?" That kind of reaction training was also what had allowed him to catch Xiao San's pebble earlier. The little bird was no longer an ordinary bird! Over the past month, Wang Feng had set up nearly ten different traps of various sizes in the woods for training. And on the Douluo Continent, this level of strength wasn't enough to hunt Soul Beasts. "Oh?" Tang Hao glanced at his son and thought, That brat Feng really doesn't know how to forge. "You want a big piece of raw iron? How big?" "He should be in those woods, maybe?" She had gained intelligence! Tang San wiped the sweat from his brow, set down the hammer, and murmured: After walking for a while, listen carefully... Wang Feng couldn't imagine it. This was already beyond what an ordinary bird could do! This ordinary little bird had actually evolved into a true Soul Beast! The first form of the Golden Lotus had no offensive power. That meant that before he reached level twenty and unlocked the second form, he might have to rely on hand-to-hand combat. Compared with special forces from his previous life, he was a little stronger. He picked up four pieces of raw iron weighing about two hundred pounds in total, swung the hammer, and took off at a run. "Dad's way of forging is incredible. I can manage eight consecutive strikes, and that's already my limit... I wonder what Brother Feng has been doing these past few days." Wang Feng's body trembled. He'd found his direction. Wang Feng tossed the tree trunk aside and jumped up excitedly. His stamina was so strong it made his scalp tingle. "The Golden Lotus's first form must be capable of more than this." "Wait, Uncle Hao, do you have any large pieces of raw iron here?" But he was much better than you... Wang Feng knew his physical defenses were strong now. An ordinary knife might not even be able to hurt him. Still, he wanted to take a cold bath by the little lake, calm his pounding heart, then get back to training! Whoosh—a flash of light! Even a small piece of iron core could be hammered into raw iron with a single full-power blow. Wang Feng wanted to use the raw iron to make refined weighted gear for himself. Wang Feng had a clear idea of the training he wanted. "I can try it myself, though, can't I?" Wang Feng's eyes lit up. Come on, he was a transmigrator, his horizons had been broadened, and the Meteor Tear had transformed him. Why couldn't he teach himself? Thinking this, Tang San focused his gaze... And froze at what he saw! Tang San was startled, not understanding why his father was interested in this. Tang San smiled and added another comment. Wang Feng didn't have a Spirit Ring yet. His endurance was astonishing, and his recovery was even more so. Not only could the Golden Lotus restore and heal, it could also grant the ability to cultivate and awaken intelligence! He circled the woods and laid out a winding course. He started by sprinting ten laps around the woods, then jumping from branch to branch to work on his agility, moving from one spot to another without snapping a single branch. "Dad, I think it's kind of unbelievable..." Honestly, it didn't seem very scientific. I'm fine being a slacker if that's all I am. But now that I've got a cheat, why shouldn't I give it a try? After thinking it over, Tang San finished that day's training and headed straight to the village chief's house to find Brother Feng. When he arrived at Tang Hao's forge, he saw Tang San hammering raw iron. The familiar clang of hammering rang out. Tang San froze, then slowly walked toward the source of the sound...
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